Beams of sunlight woke you up. You knew for a fact that it was late, too late of an hour to awaken from your sleep.

It was a beautiful morning, silent, no wind or too many birds outside to become an annoyance. It was you and the strong pair of arms around your body, holding onto you, afraid that you would escape in his sleep.

You turned lazily, and your head ended up placed beneath his chin, while his hands traveled a light path down your back, drawing careless lines in your skin.

You knew he was awake as well, albeit he enjoyed the feeling of you and only you in the morning. The sheets tangled between your bodies, bodies intertwined and his gentle kisses pressed against your forehead.

"You are not going anywhere today," Kit murmured, raising his fingers to run them through your hair. It was messy and spread on the pillow beneath your head, but he loved it.

He loved you.